Snowforest Taiga once was a postcard

it was good to be home, and yet scarcely twenty four hours since her return and sobeille was itching to travel again.

chani informed her of new neighbors, and sobeille set out to see them for herself. it was not hard to spot a lone figure between the rush of low spring grasses; sobeille made towards her steadily, gaze drinking in every aspect of her.

the stranger possessed an athletic build and a long tail, her face framed in a bloodspot that was pleasing to sobeille’s eye. her attention was drawn to the gravid state of the stranger’s belly. sobeille found the image of pregnancy distasteful — but she had long realized it was not the woman she resented, but the evidence of man leaving his mark upon her body. she found it disrespectful — for no man should be so important he marr the physical elegance of a woman.

who you be? sobeille called to her over the waving sweetgrass, her ears thrust forward in interest.